The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Fifty four: Don't fucking shove me I could kill you

"When were you going to tell me." He asked calmly with his lips pursed in a thin line a grim look on his face. Though he had said it calmly you could tell he wanted to explode with anger and if by any chance I happened to be younger than him... He would just go all out on me. As much as I hated to admit it... I was actually younger than him but not by very much.

I raised my chin. "Tell you what?" I asked defiantly it was better that I denied knowledge of its existence. Just acted it out cool and maybe then he could see that he was overreacting way more than he should be, even crying more than the beaten.

"About this." He gritted out patiently with his jaw hard, holding out the piece of paper higher so I wouldn't have a problem seeing it.

I narrowed my eyes at the piece of paper and frowned slightly as I cocked my head. "What is that?"

"Don't fucking play dumb with me," He snapped at me. "It doesn't suit you." I recoiled a bit but hid it.

I still didn't say anything. "Aria, when were you fucking go to tell me." That was when I knew exactly how pissed off he was. Ian hadn't called me by my name since he came up with that stupid nickname of his and now more than ever I actually missed... nope I take it back.

"Tell you what, Ian?" I said stubbornly crossing my arms over my chest.

"About this fucking letter damn it." He exploded in my face. "Are you deranged?"

I was starting to be at the end of these violent outbursts a lot more lately and that wasn't pleasant enough. I was used to giving hurtful comments or dishing out threats that I could and would execute if there wasn't a legal system that didn't care who and what you were. This was just plain disrespectful and if this were any other situation... I would pierced a blade straight through his skull.

I racked my brain to try to remember just where I had clumsily placed the letter which allowed him to find it so easily before a dark frown crossed my features. I wasn't clumsy with important things like this I wouldn't just leave it lying on the floor with a read me sign on it. I had carefully placed it in between my underwear at the bottom drawer.

The fucking bitch was- "Wait... were you going through my stuff." I asked incredulously as my brain still tried to register exactly what was happening. His eyes registered alarm instantly as his strong stance slipped just a bit. He probably didn't think that I would go there but it was short-lived as the spite returned back in them.

"That's not important." He growled lowly enough for me to hear.

"Like hell it is." I jabbed and his jaw twitched.

"Don't change the fucking subject Aria." He gritted out and I ran my hand over my face in defeat. "When were you fucking going to tell me Aria.

When I had this same confrontation with Dallas I felt the need to be calm because he was reasonable and well easy to calm but with Ian... Ian was everything in this world but reasonable. If there was anything opposite of reasonable... Ian was a million, trillion of it.

I snapped. "What the hell are you yelling at me for Ian or do you think it was any easier for me huh. What did you expect me to say? I'm asking what exactly," He opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it. "Yes, I was supposed to tell you, and yes you sure as hell didn't deserve to find out like this and I get it but will you just stop for one second and put yourself in my shoes, and just think about me. The one with a threat to her freaking life.

"Or do you think I planned for my life to turn out like this? Do you think that I wanted it like this? These things don't just pop up randomly in conversations usually something leads to them or what did you want me to say, 'Oh yeah babes, I've been meaning to tell you I'm actually a Mafia leader..." I trailed off thinking about it he couldn't know I was still in the Mafia. He could be a rat for all I knew.